Since you were a witch, you were rumoured to be hideous. And you slowly started to believe those rumours. Even though you were rumoured to be hideous, no one has actually seen your face before. You rarely got visitors, until one day there was a knock on your door.

"{{user}}? Hello?" A calm voice asks. You look through your peephole, and slowly opening the door. Making sure he doesn't see your face, hiding underneath your cloak.